Page 12 of Three for a Girl

Chad kneeled, kissed up Romeo’s thigh, and opened his mouth wide for him.

He worked Romeo’s cock with his lips and tongue, never breaking their gaze. Romeo loomed above him, blocking out the bathroom light.

He gasped when Chad fluttered his tongue underneath, rippling the muscle against the sensitive seam. It never failed to hit him with pleasure, and the weakened murmur he released filled Chad with pride. He may’ve been the one on his knees, may’ve been the one lacking a six pack of muscles, but he could make Romeo breathless with the gentlest flits of his tongue.

“Fuck, Chad.”

He broke their eye contact first, and missed Chad’s lips tugging in a smile around him. Romeo braced a hand on the glass, but Chad heard the squeak of it slipping.

Romeo cursed, readjusting his footing. He ran his fingers through Chad’s hair before pulling the strands tight, but he didn’t thrust, or yank, he kept still.

Chad impaled himself onto Romeo’s cock over and over, licked and sucked and used him like a battering ram on the back of his throat, just how Romeo liked it.

Hot come spilled down Chad’s throat, and Romeo’s fingers tightened another notch in his hair as he pulsed on Chad’s tongue.

Both dirty, and sated, Chad got to his feet, and turned the shower back on to clean them up for dinner. Romeo pressed against him, laying kisses along Chad’s shoulders.

“Your mouth could kill.”

Chad grinned.

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Chad watched Romeo move around the kitchen. He doubted Romeo knew he was in time with the slow music, dancing with an invisible partner.

Romeo told him he loved cooking for Chad, and he cooked enough to feed an army. The bookcase in the corner overflowed with recipe books, and a few of his favorites were strewn around the countertops.

Romeo finished plating up dinner and came over to Chad with a grin on his face.

“It’s amazing.”

“You haven’t tried it yet.”

Chad rolled his eyes. “It always is.”

“Well, I’ve got to keep busy somehow, especially now you’re going back to work.”

“You’ll be okay.”

It was supposed to be a statement, but his voice lifted at the end. Romeo raised his eyebrow.

“I was locked in a cell for almost a year, Chad, this is luxury in comparison.”

“You can leave the house you know, that’s why I got the other car.”

It wasn’t the most appealing car to look at. It was old, battered up, but it blended in perfectly and ran nicely, if a bit slow.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, for obvious reasons.”

“But you’ll go crazy if you stay cooped up here.”

“Trust me, you’d rather that than the alternative.”

Chad hung his head. “I’m the alternative.”

“No, you’re not, you know you’re not…”

His gaze searched Chad’s eyes, and his heart responded, thumping in his chest. Fire filled his cheeks, his mouth dried into a desert, and he bounced his foot on the floor to fight off the need to run. He needed to break the atmosphere, bring them down a notch or ten.

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